In Enemy Territory

by M. E. Clayton

  “Yes!”

  “Beg me, Halloween. Beg me to make you cum. Tell me it’s my cock you want fucking this tight, hot cunt. Tell me and make me believe it, baby.”

  “Damien, please….” My body was on the edge of another explosion and just needed that final push.

  “I said make me fucking believe it!” he gritted out.

  “Damien, just you…only you. Just please, it’s always you!” And that was the truth. He made sure to spend our childhoods embedding himself into my every emotion that I’d never get him out.

  And I believed after this, I wouldn’t.

  He buried his face in my neck and his next words pushed me over the edge. “And it’s always going to be me, Fiona.”

  I came with so much force, white spots danced behind my eyes and my entire body locked up. It seemed as if my orgasm did nothing but spur him on more. He didn’t relent at all and kept viciously fucking me though my spasms.

  Now, if every romance book I have ever read is to be believed, this is the part where he’s supposed to cum too and then we lay quietly basking in the minor traumas our bodies just went though.

  Well, the books lied because he didn’t cum.

  He. Just. Kept. Going.

  And going…and going…and goddamn going.

  However, it seems as though my body was on the same page as Damien’s was, because my legs instinctively pulled up higher giving him all the access he needed to ruin me.

  And ruin me he wanted. “That’s right, baby, give me one more. Give me just one more and then I’ll let you rest.”

  I let out a confused whimper because my overwhelmed mind knew I needed a break, but my traitorous body wanted none of it.

  I started pushing my body towards him and actively fucking him back. He let out a strangled groan and moved his arms to hook both my legs over the crooks of his elbows. I didn’t think my body could open up more for him, but I was wrong.

  I had no leverage whatsoever to hinder the force of his thrusts. His dick was so big he kept hitting something inside me. It was uncomfortable and sinful all at the same time.

  “Damien, I can’t….it hurts…” It didn’t exactly hurt, but it can’t be good for my insides to be knocked around, right?

  He pulled back from my neck to look at me, not once letting up. “Good. I want you to hurt, Halloween. I want every ache and pain you have to be a result of my cock in your cunt.”

  I started to feel that familiar build up at his words. Who knew dirty talk could be such an aphrodisiac?

  It wasn’t five minutes later when my body exploded with that sensational starburst of pleasure. I could feel my pussy clench mercilessly around his dick and, praise Jesus, it was enough to make him lose control.

  “Fuck, Fiona!” I looked up at him in time to watch his face contort in his release.

  Goddamn, the man was beautiful.

  He kept thrusting inside me until we could both feel his erection begin to subside and then he simply rolled off of me to lie beside me.

  That didn’t surprise me as much as when he slid his arm under my neck and used his strength to haul me up, so that I now had my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, my cheek on his chest. God, why did this feel so comfortable? How could I feel anything…positive, with this man?

  “What now?” I immediately stiffened as those exact words took me back to the one other time I had said them to him. I just had the best sexual experience of my life and it was tainted with memories of cruelty and broken emotions.

  My body was basking in the glorious aftermath of his touch, while my mind was screaming at me that I was weak and stupid. My pride joined in, telling me that being broken and homeless was better than betraying my soul and letting this man use me.

  Damien stretched his other arm across his body to grab the back of my thigh and haul it across his body. He was truly cradling me now and it scared the fuck out of me.

  “Now you give me five minutes so that my dick can recover. After that we’ll take a shower.”

  “A shower?”

  “Yeah. It’ll be easier to clean you up in the shower after I paint your face and tits in my cum.”

  Chapter 10

  Damien – Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it now.

  It was Saturday morning and I had my laptop cracked open working in the suite’s sitting area. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to be tossing and turning in the bed, possibly waking Fiona. But like the certified creeper I was, I made sure I was facing the bed so I could glance up every now and again and make sure she was still there proving that last night was indeed real.

  I fucked her all night until my dick didn’t have anything left to spit out on or inside her and even then, I would have gladly eaten her pussy and finger fucked her the rest of the night if I had thought her body could take it. But I had to wake her up the last two final rounds to even get her to participate because her spent body kept passing out on me.

  I kind of felt sorry for her. If I was obsessed with her before, it’s nothing compared to the deranged possessiveness I felt now. The high I felt having my hands on her body, my lips on her skin and my cock in her sweet mouth and hot, tight cunt was a feeling I would kill to keep experiencing forever.

  The site of her in the shower on her knees with her lips wrapped around my dick was seared in my brain. I’ll admit I was a little half-ass shocked that she hadn’t bitten my dick off as soon as I stuck it in her mouth. Lord knows no one would blame her after all the shit I’ve put her through, but she didn’t.

  She swallowed as much of my dick as she could and-this could be just wishful thinking-she came off like she was in love with being on her knees before me. She handled my cock like she’d been sucking me off for years. The finish was a tossup between looking down at her in the shower with my seed covering her face and dripping all over her big ass tits or when, later on the bed where she swallowed every last drop I forced her to take. Luckily I could alternate the endings for the next six months, but hopefully the rest of my life if everything worked out as planned.

  It was another hour before I heard the sheets rustling on the bed. I looked up to see the blankets moving about in waves. The next thing I see is very confused, but stunning face underneath a mess of brunette silk pop up from the bed.

  I really have to find a better way to handle everything she makes me feel.

  I set my laptop aside and strode over to the bed area. “Good morning, baby.” I leaned over to kiss her when she planted her hand on my chest and stopped me.

  “I’ve let you do a lot of things to me in our lifetime of knowing each other, but you are out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m going to let you kiss me while I have morning breath.” She started shaking her head to emphasize her point. “Not happening.”

  I righted myself, but I couldn’t contain my chuckle. “I’ll grant you a reprieve this time because I know you’re still getting use to the idea of…us. But I suggest you learn how to expand your level of comfort around me because in the future morning breath, no shower or even your period is not going to keep me from putting my hands on you, understand?”

  She looked so dumbstruck it actually made me smile. “You…you….you can’t…you can’t have,” I smiled wider when she lowered her voice to a whisper, “you can’t touch me during my period.” Her eyes darted around the room like there might be a possibility that someone else may hear her. “It’s messy and I’m pretty sure it’s unsanitary.”

  I threw my head back and laughed. It’s not something I did often, but God love this girl. “Maybe, Halloween, but there’s no way I’m going a day without touching you if I don’t have to, let alone a week or however long that fucking thing lasts.”

  She blinked up at me. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “Baby, you have no idea.” If she did, she’d run out of here screaming.

  She held the sheet closer to her body as if I didn’t already know what she was hiding underneath it. “I…uh, I need to go home
and…”

  I was already shaking my head at her. “I went to the store while you were sleeping. There’s a bag in the bathroom that contains everything you need to be comfortable. I’ll order breakfast from room service while you shower or do whatever it is you think you need to do.”

  Fiona threw me the ‘evil-eye’ and wrapping herself up tighter in the bed sheet she padded her way towards the bathroom…and slammed the door.

  I stuck my hands in the pockets of my lounge pants and just stared at the bathroom door. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, and honestly, I didn’t deserve for it to be easy. I did a lot of foul shit to her growing up, hell, I’m still doing foul shit to her, but if I came clean and told her the absolute truth she’d have everything she’d need to walk away from me and I can’t let that happen.

  The absolute truth is that I was drawn to her when we were 5, I was confused by her when we were 10, I began my obsession with her when we were 13, I was already in love with her when we were 16, I was already living just for her when we were 18 and now…well, now I’d slit my wrists open and bleed out at her feet if she asked me to. I love this woman like no sane man can.

  The bathroom door burst open and in her hands was the bag full of evidence that my obsession is very real. Fiona started grabbing random items out of the bag and pointing them out to me like it was a show-and-tell. “How did you know to buy all this stuff?”

  I just lifted a shoulder at her, not saying anything. She’d just be pissed at the truth.

  “Oh, no, buddy! How did you know I use this brand of toothpaste, or that this is the exact same shampoo and condition I use? You even have the same damn deodorant!”

  God, she was magnificent when she found her backbone. “It’s not important…”

  “Oh, I think it’s very important, Damien. So unless you want me filing a restraining order the second I leave this room, I suggest you tell me how you know all this shit about me.”

  Sadly, the truth was going to do nothing but cement the fact that she should get a restraining order. “I broke into your house and wrote down what you used.”

  The bag dropped out of her hands and she stood there rooted in shock. Her mouth open and closed a few times before words finally made it through. “You broke into my house?!”

  “How else was I supposed to find out what you used?”

  “How about you wait until I wake up and ask me, you lunatic?!”

  “But then you wouldn’t have had all the things you needed when you woke up.” Admitting I wanted to take care of her had me feeling stupidly awkward. I’m Damien Sebastian Greystone III. I didn’t do awkward…except when it came to Fiona Eldstead, apparently.

  She dropped her head and tightened the sheet she was still wearing around her body. She mumbled something, but I couldn’t quite catch it because she was so far away from me. At least it felt like she was too far away from me.

  I crossed the room and putting my finger under her chin, lifted her head so I could look into her sweet face. “What was that, baby?”

  “Don’t be nice to me,” she whispered.

  Even though her words were slicing me open, I understood her meaning. She was used to me being cruel to her and she preferred that treatment because…well, the devil you know and all that. It’s when I treated her like she mattered that twisted her up and I’m not entirely sure how I can fix that.

  I cradled her face in my palm and bent to kiss the side of her neck. “You gave yourself to me for six months, Halloween. I can treat you however I want to.”

  She let out a quiet moan as I continued to kiss down her neck and it was a lost cause after that. I yanked the sheet out of her grip and pulled it down the middle. The move was so unexpected she didn’t have time to secure her hold on it. Fiona was standing gloriously naked in front of me and since I was only wear the pair of lounge pants, I had them shoved down and her legs wrapped around my waist before I even had her back pressed up against the wall.

  I knew she was sore and swollen, but that didn’t stop me. Maybe that made me a complete asshole, but I could always justify my actions towards her by reminding myself that she just simply made me crazy.

  My cock was so hard that when I went to ram myself inside of her, it forced her to open up and take me. “Damien!” Fiona threw her head back and like a man dying of thirst, I latched onto her exposed neck taking her skin in between my teeth and marking the fuck out of her.

  She had random bruises, bite marks and hickeys all over her body from last night, but I had made an effort to leave her neck untouched because I respected her position as a business owner and example to her employees. But the act of Fiona opening up her body to me not a minute after she asked me to stop being nice to her had me all fucked up.

  She had me all fucked up.

  Just her existence has been wreaking havoc on my mental and emotional stability since we were fucking five goddamn years old!

  Fiona didn’t pull away or ask me to stop marking her, so I sucked on her neck as I pounded my cock into her swollen tightness. I could vaguely hear her body slam repeatedly against the wall every time I pushed into her, but again, she wasn’t asking me to stop or protesting about any pain she may be feeling, so I kept attacking her body with mine.

  “Damien, don’t stop. I’m close. Please, don’t stop,” she begged me and the sound of her breathless pleas had me nearing the edge with her. I dreamed of this.

  “Take it, baby. Just keep taking my cock.” I held off long enough to feel her heat start clenching around me making me feel like I’m man enough for her.

  I wasn’t ashamed to admit that when we were naked, my masculinity was directly tied to whether or not Fiona climaxed. My obsession demanded that she be so sexually satisfied that it would never occur to her that another man could give her something that I couldn’t. I had no problem with her telling anyone that would listen that I was a cold, heartless bastard of a dick. But there’s no way she’d be able to say that I didn’t satisfy her in bed and not be lying.

  “Oh, God, I’m cumming!” she screeched, and I followed immediately after.

  We stayed as we were for a few seconds as we both came down off our highs. I reluctantly pulled out of her and placed her on her feet. I didn’t miss the wince on her face as I did.

  I pulled up my pants and then I picked up the offending bag that had fallen at her feet. Grabbing her hand, I walked into the bathroom and after placing the bag on the counter, I pulled out the bottle of bubble bath I had bought her. I made my way over to the oversized tub and ran the water has hot as I thought would be bearable and then poured some of the bubble bath in.

  When I turned around to place the bottle on the counter, I noticed Fiona looking at me with that constant stunned expression on her face. “What’s the matter, Halloween?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing,” came her low whisper. I ran my eyes over her body and I counted it as a small victory that she was comfortable enough to stand before me completely naked.

  God, I loved her body. She was everything I wanted my woman to be. She was soft with tits I could get lost in for days. Her stomach wasn’t six abs flat, but it was flat enough that I could watch her tits bounce as I ate her pussy. She had wide hips that could take a pounding, and thick thighs that held on tight when she wrapped them around me. Fuck, I’ve been craving this body of hers since we were 13 and now that I had it I was going to do everything in my power to keep it.

  I grabbed her by her hand again and walked her over to the tub. I removed my pants and got in first. I stared up at her until she got the message.

  She dipped her foot in first and immediately pulled it back out. “Holy shit, Damien, the water’s hot as hell.”

  I smirked at her. “No it’s not. Quit being a wimp and get in.”

  Her eyes narrowed at me calling her a wimp. She dipped her foot in again and this time she hissed as she slowly sank down in front of me. I secretly wanted to shout out an exclamation in victory when she leaned her back up against
my chest and settled in.

  I wrapped both my arms around her just underneath her tits and held her body to mine and just laid my head back on the end of the tub and savored this moment.

  “I can’t believe you’re not burning up.”

  “The water needs to be hot, Fiona, so it can ease some of your soreness,” I explained. Even though I wouldn’t fault her, I didn’t want her thinking the hot water was another way for me to torture her.

  She let out a quiet, “Oh.”

  We sat like that silently for a while before she spoke. “You know, none of the nice things you’re doing for me will change that fact that I hate you, right?”

  I wish I could say I knew she didn’t mean what she was saying, but I couldn’t. I had no doubt that she meant every word she just said to me. “I know.”

  “So then why do it? I mean, why be nice to me? We both know I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you from sending my parents to prison, so why bother with the niceties?”

  I tried not to wince at the mention of sending her parents to prison. I hated that she really believed I’ll do that to her, even though I would. But I couldn’t win her without extortion so she had to keep believing it until she started feeling something for me other than hate.

  “You’re confusing me being nice to you with me doing what needs to be done in order for you and your body to be at my disposal, Halloween. That bag on the counter is just a bunch of practical shit I knew you were going to need. I have you for only a few more hours before I have to go back to San Francisco, I’m not going to waste them with you going home to shower.”

  She got really quiet for a second, but then asked, “And the bubble bath?”

  “Like I said, I only have a few more hours with you today and I plan on spending them inside your cunt. I need your body available for my cock so if I have to pour a goddamn bubble bath for it to be able to accommodate me, then so be it.”

  God, I’m such a fucking bastard.

  Chapter 11